Page 11 of Screw Me Daddy

But no one quite matches up to Xander.

Xander’s big, strong, and if he wasn’t a construction worker could easily pass as a wrestler or NFL player. But knowing that he’s a boy is driving mewild.

I start typing out a message to Xander, something about the build, but all I can think about is what Xander would look like in a skin-hugging romper, preferably one with button flaps at theback for when his strong, muscular ass needs to feel the sting of my hand…

‘Jeez. I need to be careful or I’m going to start typing out a booty call,’ I say, sipping on my espresso. ‘But that damn boy is on my mind in a major way…’

Xander, we need to go over some important aspects of the build. I need to clarify that we’re on the same page with the downstairs floorplan. I’m sending over some minor alterations now. REECE.

Hey, good to hear from you, Reece. I’m at the site now actually. I’ll take a look at the plans, but if you want to come over, we can go over them one on one to make sure I’ve got everything on point for you? XANDER

The boy wants me to come to the site. Well, it’s not like I’m doing anything apart from sitting around here, is it?

There’s a chance that sonofabitch Tony Ripper might be around – but even if he is, I can sneak out of my private garage and lose him quick enough.

My mind’s made up, I’m getting my ass in gear and driving over to the site. But before I do I think a quick spray of my favorite cologne and a change into my freshest, sharpest shirt should do the trick.

Xander might be my construction guy, but he’s still a boy – and a boy that I want to impress and have some fun with.

While Xander might be confident that he’s got everything under control with the build, I’ll be keeping a very keen eye on all thedetails. It might only take one mistake or lack of attention to detail, but if this boy needs putting in his place then I’m the Daddy to do it…

This doesn’t look quite right.

In fact, it looks absolutelynothinglike it should…

‘Care to explain this, Xander?’ I say, taking a step back from the east wall outline at the rear of the building plot.

The sun may be shining, but my mood has suddenly take a turn for the worse. After driving from my beach house to the construction site, I was initially impressed with the initial groundwork that had been completed.

Xander seemed damn pleased with himself too – cocky even.

But if there’s one thing I hate more than pretty much anything else in the world it’s deviations from the plan. Or more specifically, deviations frommyplan.

‘Okay, about that,’ Xander says, walking over toward me in his blue work dungaree with no t-shirt underneath. ‘The thing is-’

‘The thing is? There is nothe thing is,’ I interject, sensing bullshit.

‘Okay, if you let me finish,’ Xander continues, his slightly impudent tone raising my heckles. ‘We had to adjust the east wall to allow for the rock we’ll be cutting into around the rear.’

‘And you can’t just remove that rock instead?’ I say, unimpressed. ‘I’m paying you a huge amount of money here. I’m not in the business of short cuts and easy work arounds.’

‘We’re already on a crazy deadline…’

‘A deadline that was factored into your price and agreed with your partner,’ I say, sensing that Xander really isn’t taking on board what I’m saying. ‘Or maybe I need to speak with Lane from now on?’

‘Pffft. I’m as much of the boss as Lane is,’ Xander says, rolling his eyes. ‘Maybe you should just relax for a moment?’

I don’t know if Xander is doing this on purpose.

Maybe he’s totally oblivious to the fact that he’s being so bratty. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that he was testing me and trying to gauge just how much he’ll be able to get away with on the remainder of the build.

Well, if that’s Xander’s game then he’s in for one hell of a shock…

‘I will not be spoken to like that, boy,’ I bark, not leaving any room for misunderstanding. ‘Do you understand?’

‘I… but… I mean…’ Xander stutters, his cheeks flushing red and a far more submissive side coming to the fore from this huge boy.

‘No, I’m not risking this happening again,’ I say, seizing the moment. ‘Give me a safeword. Right now. You’re getting your bottom spanked right here and now.’

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